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  Ifanybodycarestoreadasimpletaletoldsimply,I,JohnRidd,oftheparishofOare,inthecountyofSomerset,yeomanandchurchwarden,haveseenandhadashareinsomedoingsofthisneighborhood,whichIwilltrytosetdowninorder,Godsparingmylifeandmemory。AndtheywholightuponthisbookshouldbearinmindnotonlythatIwritefortheclearingofourparishfromillfameandcalumny,butalsoathingwhichwill,Itrow,appeartooofteninit,towit——thatIamnothingmorethanaplainunletteredman,notreadinforeignlanguages,asagentlemanmightbe,norgiftedwithlongwordseveninmineowntongue,savewhatImayhavewonfromtheBibleorMasterWilliamShakespeare,whom,inthefaceofcommonopinion,Idovaluehighly。Inshort,Iamanignoramus,butprettywellforayeoman。

  Myfatherbeingofgoodsubstance,atleastaswereckoninExmoor,andseizedinhisownright,frommanygenerations,ofone,andthatthebestandlargest,ofthethreefarmsintowhichourparishisdividedorrathertheculturedpartthereof,heJohnRidd,theelder,churchwarden,andoverseer,beingagreatadmireroflearning,andwellabletowritehisname,sentmehisonlysontobeschooledatTiverton,inthecountyofDevon。Forthechiefboastofthatancienttownnexttoitswoollenstapleisaworthygrammar-school,thelargestinthewestofEngland,foundedandhandsomelyendowedintheyear1604byMasterPeterBlundell,ofthatsameplace,clothier。

  Here,bythetimeIwastwelveyearsold,Ihadrisenintotheupperschool,andcouldmakeboldwithEutropiusandCaesar——byaidofanEnglishversion——andasmuchassixlinesofOvid。SomeevensaidthatI

  might,beforemanhood,risealmosttothethirdform,beingofaperserveringnature;albeit,byfullconsentofallexceptmymother,thick-headed。Butthatwouldhavebeen,asInowperceive,anambitionbeyondafarmer’sson;forthereisbutoneformaboveit,andthatmadeofmasterfulscholars,entitledrightly’monitors’。Soitcametopass,bythegraceofGod,thatIwascalledawayfromlearning,whilstsittingatthedeskofthejuniorfirstintheupperschool,andbeginningtheGreekverb[Greekword]。

  MyeldestgrandsonmakesboldtosaythatInevercouldhavelearned[Greekword],tenpagesfurtheron,beingallhehimselfcouldmanage,withplentyofstripestohelphim。IknowthathehathmoreheadthanI——thoughneverwillhehavesuchbody;andamthankfultohavestoppedbetimes,withameekandwholesomehead-piece。

  Butifyoudoubtofmyhavingbeenthere,becausenowI

  knowsolittle,goandseemyname,’JohnRidd,’gravenonthatveryform。Forsooth,fromthetimeIwasstrongenoughtoopenaknifeandtospellmyname,I

  begantograveitintheoak,firstoftheblockwhereonIsate,andthenofthedeskinfrontofit,accordingasIwaspromotedfromonetootherofthem:

  andtheremygrandsonreadsitnow,atthispresenttimeofwriting,andhathfoughtaboyforscoffingatit——’JohnRiddhisname’——anddoneagainin’winkeys,’

  amischievousbutcheerfuldevice,inwhichwetookgreatpleasure。

  Thisisthemannerofa’winkey,’whichIheresetdown,lestchildofmine,orgrandchild,daretomakeoneonmypremises;ifhedoes,Ishallknowthemarkatonce,andscoreitwelluponhim。Thescholarobtains,byprayerorprice,ahandfulofsaltpetre,andthenwiththeknifewherewithheshouldratherbetryingtomendhispens,whatdoeshedobutscoopaholewherethedeskissomethreeinchesthick。Thisholeshouldbeleftwiththemiddleexalted,andthecircumferedugmoredeeply。Thenlethimfillitwithsaltpetre,allsavealittlespaceinthemidst,wherethebossofthewoodis。Uponthatbossanditwillbethebetterifasplinteroftimberriseupwardhestickstheendofhiscandleoftallow,or’rat’stail,’aswecalledit,kindledandburningsmoothly。

  Anon,ashereadsbythatlighthislesson,liftinghiseyesnowandthenitmaybe,thefireofcandlelaysholdofthepetrewithasplutteringnoiseandaleaping。Thenshouldthepupilseizehispen,and,regardlessofthenib,stirbravely,andhewillseeaglowasofburningmountains,andarichsmoke,andsparksgoingmerrily;norwillitcease,ifhestirwisely,andtherebeagoodstoreofpetre,untilthewoodisdevouredthrough,likethesinkingofawell-shaft。Nowwellmayitgowiththeheadofaboyintentuponhisprimer,whobetidestositthereunder!

  But,aboveallthings,havegoodcaretoexercisethisartbeforethemasterstridesuptohisdesk,intheearlygrayofthemorning。

  Othercustoms,nolessworthy,abideintheschoolofBlundell,suchasthesingeingofnightcaps;butthoughtheyhaveapleasantsavour,andrefreshingtothinkof,Imaynotstoptonotethem,unlessitbethatgoodlyoneattheincomingofaflood。Theschool-housestandsbesideastream,notverylarge,calledLowman,whichflowsintothebroadriverofExe,aboutamilebelow。ThisLowmanstream,althoughitbenotfondofbrawlandviolenceinthemannerofourLynn,yetiswonttofloodintoamightyheadofwaterswhenthestormsofrainprovokeit;andmostofallwhenitslittleco-mate,calledtheTauntonBrook——whereIhavepluckedtheverybestcressesthatevermanputsalton——comesfoamingdownlikeagreatroanhorse,andrearsattheleapofthehedgerows。

  ThenarethegraystonewallsofBlundelloneverysideencompassed,thevaleisspreadoverwithloopingwaters,anditisahardthingfortheday-boystogethometotheirsuppers。

  Andinthattime,oldCop,theportersocalledbecausehehathcopperbootstokeepthewetfromhisstomach,andanoseofcopperalso,inrightofotherwaters,hisplaceistostandatthegate,attendingtotheflood-boardsgroovedintooneanother,andsotowatchthetorrentsrise,andnotbewashedaway,ifitpleaseGodhemayhelpit。Butlongerethefloodhathattainedthisheight,andwhileitisonlywaxing,certainboysofdeputywillwatchatthestoopofthedrain-holes,andbeapttolookoutsidethewallswhenCopistakingacordial。Andintheveryfrontofthegate,justwithoutthearchway,wherethegroundispavedmosthandsomely,youmayseeincopy-lettersdoneagreatP。B。ofwhitepebbles。Now,itisthecustomandthelawthatwhentheinvadingwaters,eitherfluxingalongthewallfrombelowtheroad-bridge,orpouringsharplyacrossthemeadowsfromacutcalledOwen’sDitch——andImyselfhaveseenitcomebothways——upontheveryinstantwhenthewaxingelementlipsthoughitbebutasinglepebbleofthefounder’sletters,itisinthelicenseofanyboy,soeversmallandundoctrined,torushintothegreatschool-rooms,whereascoreofmasterssitheavily,andscreamatthetopofhisvoice,’P。B。’

  Then,withayell,theboysleapup,orbreakawayfromtheirstanding;theytosstheircapstotheblack-beamedroof,andhaplytheverybooksafterthem;

  andthegreatboysvexnomorethesmallones,andthesmallboysstickuptothegreatones。Onewithanother,hardtheygo,toseethegainofthewaters,andthetribulationofCop,andarepronetokicktheday-boysout,withwordsofscantycompliment。Thenthemasterslookatoneanother,havingnoclasstolookto,andboysbeingnomorelefttowatchinamannertheyputtheirmouthsup。Withaspiritedbangtheyclosetheirbooks,andmakeinvitationtheonetotheotherforpipesandforeigncordials,recommendingthechanceofthetime,andthecomfortawayfromcoldwater。

  But,lo!Iamdwellingonlittlethingsandthepigeons’eggsoftheinfancy,forgettingthebitterandheavylifegoneovermesincethen。IfIamneitherahardmannoraverycloseone,GodknowsIhavehadnolackofrubbingandpoundingtomakestoneofme。YetcanInotsomehowbelievethatweoughttohateoneanother,tolivefarasunder,andblockthemoutheachofhislittleden;asdothewildbeastsofthewood,andthehairyoutrangsnowbroughtover,eachwithachainuponhim。Letthatmatterbeasitwill。Itisbeyondmetounfold,andmayhapofmygrandson’sgrandson。AllIknowisthatwheatisbetterthanwhenIbegantosowit。

  NowthecauseofmyleavingTivertonschool,andthewayofit,wereasfollows。Onthe29thdayofNovember,intheyearofourLord1673,theverydaywhenIwastwelveyearsold,andhadspentallmysubstanceinsweetmeats,withwhichImadetreattothelittleboys,tillthelargeboysraninandtookthem,wecameoutofschoolatfiveo’clock,astheruleisuponTuesdays。Accordingtocustomwedrovetheday-boysinbraveroutdownthecausewayfromtheschool-porcheventothegatewhereCophashisdwellingandduty。Littleitreckedusandhelpedthemless,thattheywereourfounder’scitizens,andhaplyhisowngrand-nephewsforheleftnodirectdescendants,neitherdidwemuchinquirewhattheirlineagewas。Forithadlongbeenfixedamongus,whowereofthehouseandchambers,thatthesesameday-boyswereall’caddes,’aswehaddiscoveredtocallit,becausetheypaidnogroatfortheirschooling,andbroughttheirowncommonswiththem。Inconsumptionofthesewewouldhelpthem,forourfareinhallfedappetite;andwhileweatetheirvictuals,weallowedthemfreelytotalktous。Nevertheless,wecouldnotfeel,whenallthevictualsweregone,butthattheseboysrequiredkickingfromthepremisesofBlundell。Andsomeofthemwereshopkeepers’sons,younggrocers,fellmongers,andpoulterers,andthesetotheircreditseemedtoknowhowrighteousitwastokickthem。Butotherswereofhighfamily,asanyneedbe,inDevon——Carews,andBouchiers,andBastards,andsomeofthesewouldturnsometimes,andstriketheboythatkickedthem。Buttodothemjustice,eventheseknewthattheymustbekickedfornotpaying。

  Afterthese’charity-boys’weregone,asincontumelywecalledthem——’Ifyoubreakmybagonmyhead,’saidone,’howwillfeedthenceto-morrow?’——andafteroldCopwithclangofironhadjammedthedoublegatesinunderthescruff-stonearchway,whereuponareLatinverses,doneinbrassofsmallquality,someofuswhowerenothungry,andcarednotforthesupper-bell,havingsuckedmuchparliamentanddumpsatmyonlycharges——notthatIeverboremuchwealth,butbecauseIhadbeenthriftingitforthistimeofmybirth——wewereleaningquiteatduskagainsttheironbarsofthegatesomesix,oritmaybesevenofus,smallboysall,andnotconspicuousintheclosingofthedaylightandthefogthatcameateventide,elseCopwouldhaveratedusupthegreen,forhewaschurlytolittleboyswhenhiswifehadtakentheirmoney。Therewasplentyofroomforallofus,forthegatewillholdnineboysclose-packed,unlesstheybefedrankly,whereofislittledanger;andnowwewerelookingoutontheroadandwishingwecouldgetthere;hoping,moreover,toseeagoodstringofpack-horsescomeby,withtrooperstoprotectthem。Fortheday-boyshadbroughtuswordthatsomeintendingtheirwaytothetownhadlainthatmorningatSampfordPeveril,andmustbeinerenightfall,becauseMr。Fagguswasafterthem。NowMr。

  Fagguswasmyfirstcousinandanhonourtothefamily,beingaNorthmoltonmanofgreatrenownonthehighwayfromBarumtowneventoLondon。Thereforeofcourse,I

  hopedthathewouldcatchthepackmen,andtheboyswereaskingmyopinionasofanoracle,aboutit。

  Acertainboyleaningupagainstmewouldnotallowmyelbowroom,andstruckmeverysadlyinthestomachpart,thoughhisownwasfullofmyparliament。AndthisIfeltsounkindly,thatIsmotehimstraightwayinthefacewithouttarryingtoconsiderit,orweighingthequestionduly。Uponthisheputhisheaddown,andpresenteditsovehementlyatthemiddleofmywaistcoat,thatforaminuteormoremybreathseemeddropped,asitwere,frommypockets,andmylifeseemedtostopfromgreatwantofease。BeforeI

  cametomyselfagain,ithadbeensettledforusthatweshouldmovetothe’Ironing-box,’asthetriangleofturfiscalledwherethetwocausewayscomingfromtheschool-porchandthehall-porchmeet,andourfightsaremainlycelebrated;onlywemustwaituntiltheconvoyofhorseshadpassed,andthenmakearingbycandlelight,andtheotherboyswouldlikeit。Butsuddenlytherecameroundthepostwherethelettersofourfounderare,notfromthewayofTauntonbutfromthesideofLowmanbridge,averysmallstringofhorses,onlytwoindeedcountingforonethepony,andared-facedmanonthebiggernag。

  ’Plaiseye,worshipfulmasters,’hesaid,beingfearedofthegateway,’carn’etullwhurourJanRiddbe?’

  ’Hyurabe,eesfai,JanRidd,’answeredasharplittlechap,makinggameofJohnFry’slanguage。

  ’Zhowunup,then,’saysJohnFrypokinghiswhipthroughthebarsatus;’Zhowunup,andputtunaowt。’

  Theotherlittlechapspointedatme,andsomebegantohallo;butIknewwhatIwasabout。

  ’Oh,John,John,’Icried,’what’stheuseofyourcomingnow,andPeggyoverthemoors,too,anditsocruelcoldforher?Theholidaysdon’tbegintillWednesdayfortnight,John。Tothinkofyournotknowingthat!’

  JohnFryleanedforwardinthesaddle,andturnedhiseyesawayfromme;andthentherewasanoiseinhisthroatlikeasnailcrawlingonawindow-pane。

  ’Oh,usknawsthatwullenough,MaisterJan;reckoneveryOare-manknawthat,withoutgotoskoo-ull,likeyoudoth。Yourmootherhavekeptarltheapplesup,andoldBettytoornedtheblackpuddens,andnonedaresettrapforablagbird。Arlforthee,lad;everybitofitnowforthee!’

  Hecheckedhimselfsuddenly,andfrightenedme。IknewthatJohnFry’swaysowell。

  ’Andfather,andfather——oh,howisfather?’IpushedtheboysrightandleftasIsaidit。’John,isfatherupintown!Healwaysusedtocomeforme,andleavenobodyelsetodoit。’

  ’Vayther’llbeatthecrookedpost,totherzideo’

  telling-house。*Hercoodn’tlave’ouzebyraisonoftheChirstmasbakkoncomin’on,andzomeo’theciderwelted。’

  *The’telling-houses’onthemoorarerudecotswheretheshepherdsmeetto’tell’theirsheepattheendofthepasturingseason。

  Helookedatthenag’searsashesaidit;and,beinguptoJohnFry’sways,Iknewthatitwasalie。Andmyheartfelllikealumpoflead,andIleanedbackonthestayofthegate,andlongednomoretofightanybody。Asortofdullpowerhungoverme,likethecloudofabroodingtempest,andIfearedtobetoldanything。IdidnotevencaretostrokethenoseofmyponyPeggy,althoughshepusheditinthroughtherails,whereasquareofbroaderlatticeis,andsniffedatme,andbegantocropgentlyaftermyfingers。Butwhateverlivesordies,businessmustbeattendedto;andtheprincipalbusinessofgoodChristiansis,beyondallcontroversy,tofightwithoneanother。

  ’Comeup,Jack,’saidoneoftheboys,liftingmeunderthechin;’hehityou,andyouhithim,youknow。’

  ’Payyourdebtsbeforeyougo,’saidamonitor,stridinguptome,afterhearinghowthehonourlay;

  ’Ridd,youmustgothroughwithit。’

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